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“For yet our rulers will pursue the war,
Then terror seized
Nor the English Chiefs Heard their loud murmurs heedless : counselling They met despondent. Suffolk, now their Chief, Since conquered by the arm of Theodore Fell Salisbury, thus began.
" It now were vain “ Lightly of this our more than mortal foe, “ To speak contemptuous. She has vanquish'd us, “ Aided by Hell's leagued powers, nor ought avails “ Man unassisted 'gainst the powers of * Hell
Annibalis sævi Manes, captique Syphacis,
Supplementum Lucani. Lib. iii. I am not conscious of having imitated these lines; but I would not lose the opportunity of quoting so fine a passage from Thomas May, an author to whom I owe some obligations, and who is not remembered as his merits deserve.
* To some, says Speed, it may appear more honourable to our nation, that they were not to be expelled by a human power, but by a divine, extraordinarily revealing itself.
“ To dare the conflict : were it best remain .
He ceas’d, and with a sigh Struggling with pride that heav'd his gloomy breast, Talbot replied—“ Our council little boots ; “ For by their numbers now made bold * in fear “ The soldiers will not fight, they will not heed “ Our vain resolves, heart-withered by the spells “ Of this accursed Sorceress : -soon will come “ The expected host from England : even now • Perchance the tall bark scuds across the deep " That bears my son : young Talbot comes-be comes * To find his sire disgraced! bat soon mine arm, “ By vengeance nerved, and shame of such defeat, “ Shall, from the crest-fallen courage of yop witch, “ Regain its antient glory. Near the coast “ Best is it to retreat, and there expect " The coming succour.”
* Nec pavidum murmur; consensu audacia crevit, Tantaque turba metu poenarum solvit ad omni.
Thus the warrior spake. Joy ran thro' all the * troops, as tho' retreat Were safety. Silently in ordered ranks They issue forth, favoured by the deep clouds That mantled o'er the moon. With throbbing hearts Fearful they speeded on : some, thinking sad Of distant England, and, now wise too late, Cursing in bitterness that evil hour That led them from her shores: some in faint hope Calling to mind the comforts of their home :
* In Rymer's Foedera are two proclamations, one “ contra Capitaneos et Soldarios tergiversantes, incantationibus Puellæ terrificatos ;" the other,' “ de fugitivis ab exercitu quos terriculamenta Puellæ exanimaverant, arestandis.”
Talbot went musing on his blasted fame
In the walls
* Ronsard remarks,
Rien n'est meilleur pour l'homme soulager